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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.