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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Moebius,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.