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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.