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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Organ,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.