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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.