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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.