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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.