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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.