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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.