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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.