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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Television,
DNA,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.