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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
AZ,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.