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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.