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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.