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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.