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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Index,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.