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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.