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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Motions,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.