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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.