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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.