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 Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Japan,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.