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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Mars,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.