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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Franke,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.