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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.