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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.