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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.