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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.