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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.