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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.