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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.