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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
X-101,
Smog,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.