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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Magazine,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.