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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Intrusion,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.