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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.