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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.