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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.