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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Can,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.