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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.