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 China and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Smiths,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.