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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.