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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.