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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
AZ,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
UT,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.