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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Index,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.