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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.