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 Germany 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.