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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
X-102,
Index,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.