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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.