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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.