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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.