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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.