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 Albania and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.