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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.