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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.