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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.