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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.