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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Franke,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.