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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.