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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.