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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.