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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.