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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.