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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
June Days,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.