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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.