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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Smog,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.