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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.