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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.