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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.