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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
MC5,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.