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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.