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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Japan,
DNA,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.