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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.