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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.