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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.