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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.