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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.