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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.