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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.