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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Scion,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.