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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Franke,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Skriet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.