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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.