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 France and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.