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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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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.