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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.