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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.