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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.