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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Erasure,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.