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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange 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 grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.