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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.