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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.