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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.