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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.