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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.