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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Pole,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Television,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.