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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.