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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Can,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.