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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.