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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.