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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.