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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.