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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.