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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.