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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.