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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.