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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.