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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.