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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.