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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.