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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.