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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.