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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.