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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Magma,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.