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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.