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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.