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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
X-101,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Television,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.