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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.