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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.