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 Syria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.