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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.