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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.