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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.