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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.