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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.