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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.