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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.