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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Index,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.