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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.