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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.