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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Smog,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.