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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.