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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.