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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
UT,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.