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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Can,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Franke,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.