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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Pole,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Brick,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.