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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.