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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Television,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.