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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.