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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.