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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 This Heat to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.