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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.