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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.