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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.