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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 organ 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Victims,
MC5,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.