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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Gories,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.