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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.