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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slits,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.