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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.