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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.