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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Pole,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.