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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.