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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.