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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.