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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.