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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.