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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.