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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
New Order,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.