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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.