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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.