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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.