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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Monolake,
Franke,
UT,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.