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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.