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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.