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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.