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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.