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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.