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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.