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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.