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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.