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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.