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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.