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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.