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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.