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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.