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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Monks,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.