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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.