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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.