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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Gong,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.