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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.