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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Pagans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.