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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.