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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.