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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Can,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.