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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.