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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.