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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.