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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.