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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.