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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.