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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.