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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.