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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Index,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.