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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.