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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.