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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.