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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.