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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Flipper,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.