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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.