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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.