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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Magma,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.