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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.