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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.