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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.