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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.