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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.