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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Mars,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.