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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
the Association,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.