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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.