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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.