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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Index,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.