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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Nico,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Make Up,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.