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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Gong,
Hashim,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.