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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.