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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.