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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.