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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.