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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.