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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.