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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.