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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.