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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.