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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.