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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.