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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.