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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.