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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.