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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Residents,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.