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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.