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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.