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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.