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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.