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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.