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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.