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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Ossler 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
CMW,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.