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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.