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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.