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 Iran 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.