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 Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.