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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.