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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Evens,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
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.