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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.