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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.