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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.