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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
cv313,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.