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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.