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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.