Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.