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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.