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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.