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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.