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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.