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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.