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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.