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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.