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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.