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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.