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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
DNA,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.