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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.