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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.