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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.