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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
DNA,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.