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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.