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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.