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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.