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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Visage,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.