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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.