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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.