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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.