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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.