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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Slave,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.