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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.