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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.