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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.