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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.