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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.