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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.