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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.