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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.