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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.