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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
the Germs,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.