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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.