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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.