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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Move,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.