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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.