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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.