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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.