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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.