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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.