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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.