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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.