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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.