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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.