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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.