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 South Sudan 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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
X-101,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.