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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.