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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.