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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.