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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.