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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.