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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.