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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.