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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.