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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.