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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Television,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Martian,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.