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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
JFA,
Scion,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.