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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.