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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Scion,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Wings,
World's Most,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.