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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.