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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.