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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.