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 Congo and from Milan.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.