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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.