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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.