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 East Timor 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.