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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.