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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.