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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.