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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Sonics,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.