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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.