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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.