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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.