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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Smog,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.