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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Mars,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.