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 Denmark and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.