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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.