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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.