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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.