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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Slits,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.