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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.