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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.