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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.