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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.