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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.