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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.