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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Wings,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.