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 Chile and from Manila.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.