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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.