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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Smog,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.