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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.