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 Chad and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.