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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.