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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.