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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Move,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.