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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.