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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.