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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.