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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.