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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Motions,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Aswad,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.