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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.