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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.