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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.