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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.