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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rakim 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.