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 Samoa and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.