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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.