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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.