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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.