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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.