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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.