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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.