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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.