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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
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.