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 Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.