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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.