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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.