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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.