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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.