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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.