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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.