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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.