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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.