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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.