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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Wire,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.