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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Rekid,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.