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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.