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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.