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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.