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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Index,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.