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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.