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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.