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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.