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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.