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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Doors,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.