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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.