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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.