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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.