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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.