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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.