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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
AZ,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
JFA,
Josef K,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Scion,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.