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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.