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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.