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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.