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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.