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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.