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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.