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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.