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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.