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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.