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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.