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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Symarip,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.