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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.