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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.