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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.