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 Niger 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.