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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.