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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.