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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Slave,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.