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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Names,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.