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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Man Parrish,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.