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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.