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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
X-101,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.