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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.