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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.