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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.