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 Chad and from Lille.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.