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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.