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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.