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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.