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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.