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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.