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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.