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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.