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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.