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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.