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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.