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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.