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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.