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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.