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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.