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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.