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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Fear,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.