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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.