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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.