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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.