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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.