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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
The Residents,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.