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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Wire,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.