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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.