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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Quantec,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.