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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.