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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.