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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
UT,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.