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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.