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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.