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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.