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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.