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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.