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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.