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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Names,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.