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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Magma,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.