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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fear to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.