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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.