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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
MDC,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.