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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.