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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.