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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Music Machine,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.