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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.