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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.