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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.