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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.