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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.