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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.