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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
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.