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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.