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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.