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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.