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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.