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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.