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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.