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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.