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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.