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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Television,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.