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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.