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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.