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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.