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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
New Order,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.