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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.