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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.