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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.