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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.