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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.