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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Franke,
Can,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.