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 Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.