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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.