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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Monks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.