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 Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.