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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.