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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.