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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.