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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.