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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.