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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
UT,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.