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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Index,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.