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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.