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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.