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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the punk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.