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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.