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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.