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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.