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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.