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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.