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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.