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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.