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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.