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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.