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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.