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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.