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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.