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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Whodini,
New Order,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.