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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.