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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.