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 India and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.