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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.