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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Franke,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.